"Yes."
"Has he written to you?"
"No; or at least I have never received a letter—but, Jewel, he must have written—he must surely have written—only I have never received the letter."
The piteous voice, the tearful blue eyes were very touching, but Jewel Fielding laughed harshly.
"Do you want to know what I think?" she cried. "You are a fool, Flower Fielding. The man never gave you another thought after he left here, and I am surprised at you for thinking of writing to him. And what would mamma say? You know she forbid you to have anything to say to Laurie Meredith."
"Yes, I know. Please do not tell her, Jewel, that I wished to write to him," Flower faltered, anxiously.
"If you will promise me not to write to him, Flower, I will not tell mamma."
"How can I write when I do not know where to address a letter? But I will not promise, for if I find out I shall write!" Flower cried, defiantly, and rushed away.